In the hall, Fang Junmei preached with a loud voice.

"Master, a strange creature came outside the mountain gate and said he wanted to see you."

A disciple flew to report it in a hurry.

"Who is it?"

Fang Junmei said lightly.

"This person calls himself Bai Lu, saying that he is your old acquaintance, you will know it as soon as you hear it."

Fang Junmei was slightly stunned when she heard this.

...

Soon, the visitor entered the hall and met Fang Junmei again.

Sure enough, it was Bai Lu. I haven't seen it for many years. This god clan is already in a long way, but it still shines with light and shadow, like a dream, and the realm is already in the middle stage of the ancestral orifice, and it is not too slow.

It was because the mountain gate in the depths of the white clouds could not be found, and the bombardment started.

"Bai Lu, how do you know I'm here? Fortunately, you came by chance. If you wait a few more days, I will go to the central holy realm of the human race."

After waving everyone away, Fang Junmei asked with a smile.

"Brother Dao, the great disaster of the gods is coming, I am here to ask for your help."

Bai Lu's face was solemn, and his voice was earth-shaking as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fang Junmei was stunned when she heard this, and thought for a while and said, "I remember when I went there, an elder of your god clan once told me that my ancestors had predicted that someone would take a treasure to save your catastrophe."

"Yes, you are the one who is prophesy!"

Bai Lu said again.

Fang Junmei was even more shocked and asked, "How did you affirm it? You elder didn't know who he was."

Bai Lu's expression darkened again when she heard this.

He said, "Not long ago, the elders in our clan were restless and knew that the great disaster was not far away. When this person arrived, it was really irrelevant, so he used the racial secret magic oracle technique and saw this person's appearance."

After the words finished, he looked at Fang Junmei with a very complicated expression.

Obviously, it’s what Fang Junmei looks like.

...

Fang Junmei's forehead stood up again after hearing it.

"Why didn't you use it before?"

I thought about it and asked.

"This method has a great loss to the caster. It will not be used in the clan until the last moment. After this time, five elders in our clan died!"

Bai Lu looked sad.

Fang Jun nodded slightly.

"Brother Dao, please give this treasure to save our gods. Our gods will definitely be grateful. This magic weapon will not be greedy for you. After this catastrophe, it will definitely be returned and rewarded."

Fang Jun nodded, then frowned and said, "I have some magic weapons in my hand, but I don't know which one can help you."

I can't take out every piece for Bai Lu to see.

"The oracle technique has also been shown. This magic weapon must be related to the soul and the greatest advantage of our gods."

Bai Lu said quickly.

When Fang Junmei heard this, her pupils condensed, and all the magic weapons in her storage space appeared in her mind.

...

After a long time, a light finally emerged in his eyes, and he remembered a magic weapon that had almost been forgotten.

"Did you think of it?"

Bai Lu had extremely sharp eyes and asked immediately.

But Fang Junmei hesitated.

Bai Lu thought he was still reluctant to let it go, so she immediately asked: "Brother Dao, our gods can make a vow. After using it, we will definitely return it to you."

"It's not that I'm stingy!"

Fang Junmei shook his head and said, "But this treasure is an evil treasure, and it is also strange."

Bai Lu was stunned when she heard this, and was slightly silent, and said, "Even so, I still want to take a look."

Fang Junmei thought for a while, nodded, and reached into the storage space.

...

Swish!

Taking objects out of thin air, there is something in the palm of your hand.

This is a magic weapon like a lamp, about two feet high, in the shape of a palace lantern, refined and simple. From the material, it seems to be made of a whole piece of transparent and colorful ice, very beautiful and dazzling, emitting a breath, which is extremely dull.

There seems to be no luminescent lights, let alone luminescent lights.

When Bai Lu saw him, she took out such a magic weapon with almost no breath, and her eyes turned to Fang Junmei.

If you don’t borrow, don’t borrow. You can’t fool people like this, right?

...

Fang Junmei noticed Bai Lu's eyes and shook her head and smiled.

"The name of this magic weapon is called the 100,000 Dead Soul Lamp. I got it by chance during the period of the Daofei period. Don't look at the weak breath of his magic weapon. It is actually a growth-type magic weapon."

Bai Lu's eyes finally lit up when she heard this.

The magic weapon that Fang Junmei took out was the 100,000 soul lamp given to him by Beidou Demon Star back then.

"The flames in it will not light unless they are put into the soul and refined. If you capture the soul of a cultivator who has become a form and put into refining it, it will be activated to become a magic weapon for the soul to attack. The more souls you put in, the stronger its power will be."

When Bai Lu heard this, she didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes became even more serious.

Fang Junmei glanced at her and knew that their race had always loved peace and could not do anything to catch the souls of the monks to sacrifice and practice, let alone do such things as to do too much, and would be punished by God.

"Bai Lu, do you still want to listen?"

Bai Lu nodded, with a firm look on his face. It was obvious that he had grown a lot.

"The monk who gave it to me said that this thing was obtained by him from a Yuanshi Demon. Even in the extremely evil Demon Sea, it has been listed as a forbidden object. If you find that a guy is refining it, you will immediately be wanted. The refining method has probably been lost! I have never used it for so many years, and I forgot to destroy it."

Bai Lu nodded slightly.

"It's it, it must be it. It's simply a treasure born for our gods."

Bai Lu murmured, it was concluded that it was it.

But their expression became even more sad. If they could not do anything to capture the living souls to sacrifice and practice, there would be only one way left.

"Listen to me."

Fang Junmei said lightly, and said, "Although this treasure is against the will of heaven, it is also incomplete. Before those cultivators who are caught by you are refining to death, their strong resentment and hatred will be integrated into the wick, constantly eroding the master of the lamp. When it is too little, it can still be controlled. After too much, the master of the treasure will become a complete madman. Even the monks with the most determined mind will also be backfired."

"What if they volunteered to enter the treasure?"

Bai Lu said.

If you are willing, of course there will be no resentment or hatred.

In this sense, the gods who are dedicated to protecting their homes and specializing in cultivating the souls may really be the most suitable for this magic weapon. As for the issue of divine punishment, of course, it does not exist.

But it is really cruel to do it.

...

"Maybe there are other ways, and you may not have to go this one."

Fang Junmei said.

Bai Lu shook her head bitterly when she heard this.

"The predecessors in the clan predicted that they had come countless years ago, and there must be no other way to go."

"What catastrophe is going to happen? Who is your opponent?"

Fang Junmei couldn't help asking, in fact, he asked the last time, but the elder of the gods refused to say it.

"…This matter is related to the big secret in our clan. Please forgive me for not telling you."

After a moment of silence, Bai Lu also refused to disclose.

Since that's the case, Fang Junmei no longer asked.

"Brother Dao, please borrow this treasure with our gods for use, and it will definitely be returned in the future."

Bai Lu bowed in a serious manner.

Fang Junmei handed her and said, "There is no need. This treasure is of no use to me. If it really becomes a treasure, it will be kept in your tribe and be a treasure that governs the tribe."
To be continued...